Artist in practice. Collage - writing- colour
I bought this neon acrylic necklace two nights ago at a community cabaret for Trans Pride. That day I had been rudely ejected from a local communal garden space because people hate free women sitting peacefully, drawing and sleeping. We are the scourge of the universe, clearly. Another line to
This week I learned I have been awarded a Develop Your Creative Practice grant by the Arts Council of England. Somewhere deep inside resistance rumbled, talking to me about the harms of institutional power in the late stage capitalist freakshow and the falsehoods of our creative juices and desires being
A long time ago, I was recently D.I.V.O.R.C.E.D. and adrift. Bounced out of the cis-het time loops against my will, no longer with a home that the system pretended was my own, no partner, no cat, no bloody idea what came next. I
Written in a heatwaved Thursday at the queer writing group I co-host. Grateful for these spaces of space, amongst the insanity of the city. A nod to Brum Butch Bar’s recent picnic and the pirple glasses of a good friend ASH. One line pinched from Kamil @kamilpoet as part
Spiral Time Is Crip Time Is Queer Time Is Black Time Is Neuro’d Time Is Wild Time + Lost Time How do the people who have to survive capitalist time - but truly dwell in these times - make life work? I only can because it’s just me, my
make me so joyful, even more so in this exhausting world. So many films are released in one month; I want to see them all and so I don’t get to a single screening. The cost of a taxi there and back, plus ticket plus snack is impossible anyway.
A new phrase to me, as is the idea of fragmentation as crip literature - thanks Char of The Remote Body for tonight’s juicy seminar. I wrote this a few days ago and feels right for blog post #2: Collage as meditation, glue as slime
Is this a blog post…? I don’t know. It’s a start and starting is the thing I need. Some content notes: slugs, sexy stuff, body stuff. Slugs have entered my life. Not quite literally, tho there were a few small beautiful ones on my visit to Balqhuidder in
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